Billy locked the door as he was told. Followed Mike as was expected. Closed the door behind him. Stood like a sentinel, hands in his pockets, waiting.
In forcing himself to not process anything, he didn't notice that it was a man tied to the chair. And he didn't connect the bat to the man until it met his face. And Billy was the one who flinched. It felt as though that bat were a sledgehammer colliding with the wall he'd built. Not enough to break it, but enough to shake him.
Don't think. Patch the wall. Follow the order. Think later. And he went. Mechanical and quiet. He found the bottle after a moment and returned. Holding it out for Mike to take when he was ready. He didn't even look at the man in the chair.
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In forcing himself to not process anything, he didn't notice that it was a man tied to the chair. And he didn't connect the bat to the man until it met his face. And Billy was the one who flinched. It felt as though that bat were a sledgehammer colliding with the wall he'd built. Not enough to break it, but enough to shake him.
Don't think. Patch the wall. Follow the order. Think later. And he went. Mechanical and quiet. He found the bottle after a moment and returned. Holding it out for Mike to take when he was ready. He didn't even look at the man in the chair.